Will I ever learn?

A freecycler has just turned up an hour and a half late!

My friends and family would no doubt tell you that I am not always the most ‘punctual’ of people, but an hour and a half, with no phone call, is taking the piss, don’t you think?

Admittedly I don’t have any major plans for this afternoon… but quand même … I couldn’t relax properly waiting for her to get here.

She called when she arrived outside to ask what number I lived at … so it’s not as if she didn’t have my number with her.

I was tempted to say I was out, and that she had missed her slot … but,  keen to get rid of the items in question, I in fact acquiesced.

No explanation or apology was proffered until I asked her (with an exaggerated grumpy face) why she was so late.

“I missed my train” . 

And?  There are trains all the time in London.  And that still doesn’t explain why she didn’t call.

Grrr.

Even though I had two lovely, prompt people who came to collect items yesterday, flakes like Little Miss Late really do put me off the whole scheme.